It feels like a song rather than a poem. Needs a lot more work to transition from written to sung.
Wants to turn this house into a home
Doesn't matter that she lives alone
She’s gonna change it from cold to warm.
Put some photos on the counter
Framed prints hanging on the wall
Family rugs on the cold floor
Living in a city that would rather be a town
Too many outsiders running it down
Locals are always complaining
Just like every place she’s ever been.
It’s one more stop along the way
She knows she’s not going to stay
Planning to enjoy it while she can.
Came here for reasons hard to explain
Nothing bad, not to outrun pain
Just looking for something new, again.
Living in a city that would rather be a town
Too many outsiders running it down
Locals are always complaining
Just like every place she’s ever been.
Too many run down buildings and roads,
too much judgement, too much crime,
Too much or too little doesn’t matter to her
It’s a temporary stop, it’s short term.
She’s got her memories, got her things,
A list of places she needs to see,
A growing list of where she’s been.
Living in a house that’s becoming a home
Living in a city that wants to be a town
An outsider everywhere she goes,
Just like every place she’s ever been.
Looking for open skies and stars
Looking for coffee shops, not bars
Looking for occasional company
Looking for happiness and peace.
